"The road to my door" activity essay collection

Call for 5 essays for the "That Road to My Doorstep" campaign

Carry out a publicity campaign with the theme of "That Road to My Doorstep" to fully publicize and demonstrate the historic achievements and happenings of my country's rural roads. historic changes to further inspire our spirits, gather strength, and accelerate the high-quality development of rural roads. Below are 5 essays for the "The Road to My Door" activity that I have brought to you for your reference!

"The road in front of my house" activity essay collection 1

In the eyes of my father's generation, the urban area of ??Yancheng City to the east of the Yu River is the "East China Sea"; the west of Longgang is the "Xixiang" . People from Xixiang go to Donghai to visit relatives, and people from Donghai go to Xixiang to pay favors. It is difficult to get there without a day of walking, boating, Mazda and so on.

In the early 1980s, my aunt was married to a village in southeastern Nanyang. Except for a visit from her mother's family when she got married, few people came and went because the traffic remained unchanged. Although when we were children, we often urged our mother to go to Aunt Donghai's house to visit relatives, but mother always sighed and said to herself, children are not sensible! It is not a trouble for the sister to visit relatives so far away, and the sister has to spend all spring, summer and autumn Working on 20 to 30 acres of crop land, during the winter leisure time, I would go to the sea to cut firewood...

As I grew older, I gradually understood the ways of the world. Why did my mother and aunt and sisters not want to move around more, but due to family livelihood, they could only I have longing for my loved ones buried deep in my heart...

After the millennium, with the gradual advancement of urbanization and the construction of new rural areas, things will change every year, a big change in three years, a new look in five years, and a new look in ten years. Little paradise. The most touching thing is the transportation from Donghai to Xixiang.

During the Spring Festival of 2014, I learned from the news that every village in the city’s surrounding areas was connected to public transportation. At first I couldn't believe the news. Until my mother called me from my aunt's house in Donghai, the two old sisters rushed to tell me, Sanzi, my aunt took the bus from Donghai early in the morning to take your mother from Xixiang to my house!... Sanzi! , it’s so convenient to go to your aunt’s house to visit relatives now! Just change a bus in the city on the way, and the two families will be connected directly! And the bus tickets are cheaper than the previous minibus, Mazda, and boat fares... …

Shortly after the Spring Festival, it happened to be my uncle’s 60th birthday. Originally, I wanted to ask a friend to drive back to my hometown to pick up my mother in the city and then go to Donghai Auntie’s house to do favors with me. Unexpectedly, my mother didn’t want to trouble my friend and said we would take the bus. It is very convenient to get to my house in the city. She also said that she would take me to take the bus to my aunt’s house to familiarize myself with the route. This fulfilled my childhood dream of taking a bus from my hometown in Xixiang to the door of my aunt’s house in Donghai...

My mother and I got on the green, brand-new bus heading to my aunt’s house. The bus driver is a very handsome young man. While waiting for the train to depart, I started chatting with him. The young man’s surname was Hao. Master Hao was affected by my excitement as I kept lamenting that every village has public transportation. For a moment, a sense of professional sanctity appeared on his face. During my conversation with Master Hao, I learned that the rural bus he drove to the East China Sea had more stops and took a little longer to enter the city or return to the hometown, but it gave rural people a lot of convenience when entering the city; 20 With buses running every minute, people can go to town or visit relatives. The fare of one yuan is both cheap and cost-effective. When the time came, the rural bus driven by Master Hao set off. Almost every time you arrive at a station with passengers, you can feel Master Hao slowly pulling up to the station and stopping. At the same time, he and the conductor shouted soft words, "The station has arrived. Passengers who need to get off, please wait until the bus has stopped before getting off." Bus! When a villager with a cigarette in his mouth gets on the bus, they politely say, "Uncle, smoking is prohibited on the bus. Please take care of other passengers on the bus. Please put out your cigarette before getting on the bus!" Although the simple villagers heard their polite reminder, they always put out their cigarettes before getting on the bus; some villagers on the way did not wave their hands to block the train at the station, so Master Hao slowed down and asked the conductor to open the window and greet those who waved their hands to block the train. The villagers said, uncle and aunt, if you take the bus, please go to the stop. For the safety of you and others, we really can't take you on the bus. I'm sorry! Master Hao shook his head and smiled, and the bus started on the road again at a constant speed. At this time, the young and beautiful female conductor seemed to be explaining to the passengers on the bus, and she was also advertising that she and Master Hao would not open the door and refused to take the people who stopped the bus halfway. We did this, firstly, to consider driving safety, and secondly, to let those who stopped halfway. Bus drivers have developed the habit of taking buses at bus stops! As soon as these words came out, the passengers nodded to express their understanding.

Donghai Xixiang public transportation, a real project that benefits the people, not only brings Donghai Xixiang into the scope of a large urban area, making it convenient for people in Donghai Xixiang to travel, but it is also an important part of the construction of new rural areas. It has taken a solid step forward and is practicing the beautiful legend of realizing the Chinese dream... It is true that it will take some time for country people to develop the habit of riding in urban civilization, but I believe that it will not be long before urban civilization and Western civilization develop. The countryside and simplicity will be integrated into one, because there are people like Master Hao and the conductor in a group who are constantly spreading the gospel of urban civilization...

Nowadays, with the rapid development of the city, the two districts of Tinghu and Yandu are like soaring eagles. Spreading its wings, the urban area is being expanded east and west. One phase after another of elevated roads is rising into the sky. In my childhood eyes, the East China Sea where my aunt's house was has already been included in the park. A 20-minute drive away from the urban elevated roads, it is only a direct ride. Driving into the government-planned new rural villa complex where my aunt's family lives...

Donghai Xixiang's public transportation has made travel more prosperous.

Every village is connected by roads, and urban construction is developing rapidly! There is a road in front of every house, and all roads lead to the city. The gap between urban and rural areas is shrinking, especially thanks to traffic people. "The Road to My Home" Activity Essay 2

"The road to my hometown, take me home." Whenever I hear John. This lively American country song in Denver made my thoughts wander on the path in front of my hometown.

The path in front of my house in my memory is a winding dirt road, which is like an earthworm crawling from east to west against the river in front of my house. It is no more than four or five meters wide and no more than three hundred meters long, running through the entire village. The north side of the road is connected to my home, and the south side of the road is next to a clear river. There are dense miscellaneous trees growing on the river sill: poplar, elm, acacia, neem, and ginkgo. The ginkgo tree on the riverbank in front of my house was planted the year I was born. That year, my uncle had just been admitted to college. When he was happy, he said he planted it as a souvenir, so he planted it. From then on, it was seen that it was covered in emerald green in early summer and golden in summer. Year after year, it grows with me. There is also an old ginkgo tree at the west end of the village. It is a ginkgo tree that is older than my father.

My hometown, Guojiayuan, is located in Nanxiang, Rugao. It is in the middle of the north-south connecting line from Rugao to Nantong. It is about 30 kilometers from Rugao County to the north and almost 30 kilometers from Nantong City to the south. . For this reason, in that extraordinary era, many people who were "devolved" were willing to live with us. Not only were prices there relatively cheap, but they were also close to Nantong, Southern Jiangsu and even Shanghai, so that our rural town was crowded with people. Many neatly dressed foreigners with southern and northern accents, who were called "ox ghosts, snake gods" and "stinky old nine" at that time, would gather at the small bus stop on the road west of my old house on weekends. Heading south, heading north, rushing to reunite with my family. It is precisely because of them that our closed village knows some outside information, and it is precisely because of them that the number of people admitted to college in the "hatted" middle school in our commune after the resumption of the college entrance examination is higher than that in the surrounding towns and villages. Obviously a lot more.

In early spring when the reed buds are beginning to bloom, we go to the river every day to watch the saplings budding and the grass blooming. In the blink of an eye, the swallows that flew south returned and were busy picking up mud from the mud ponds on the rural road to build their nests. "Three days without rain, the dust is flying, and three days it rains." My hometown belongs to a high sandy soil area. After continuous rainy days, you can often see cars and people riding on the road in front of the door. At that time, public security basically relied on dogs, and communication basically relied on roaring. , transportation basically relies on walking. At that time, let alone cars, it would be very nice for farmers to have bicycles. When passing by here on the way to the market in the countryside, "civilian officials get off their sedan chairs and military attachés get off their horses." The country roads are muddy and slippery every step of the way, and people often accidentally slip off the edge of the road and fall into the river. The cyclist first pushed the bike, but after a while, he couldn't push it anymore. It turned out that the fenders were full of mud, so the cyclist had to roll up his trousers, put the bike on his shoulders and move forward with difficulty. . At this time, I would sing a children's song at the right time: "It's so strange, so strange, so strange, that the cart treats people like horses." The man carrying the cart was already suffocating, but he was laughed at by a child, and he felt aggrieved.

The worst thing is in winter when the snow melts and thaws. In the summer, if mud rolls all over the road, you can wash it in the river. In winter, the river freezes. If you want to wash it, you must first break the ice on the river surface. The river water bites people like it has teeth. Don't wash it. You have to wear high boots and overshoes when walking from here. One foot is higher and one foot is lower. After finally pulling one foot out of the mud, the other foot got stuck again. The mud that was pulled out from this foot weighs three and a half kilograms, and you may not be able to take a step forward. In embarrassment, passers-by will scold you for "doing evil" and being immoral.

My father was a captain at that time. Every morning, he picked up the loudspeaker and stood on the road and shouted: "People are going to work! The men are picking dung, and the women are weeding in the pond..." After a while, dung buckets came out in twos and threes from the north of Gounangou. Men and women carrying nail rakes. They work in the fields all day and return home at night. The sun was setting and the smoke was curling up from the kitchen. At dinner, there were 18 restaurants along the road carrying porridge. Your family put a piece of pickle in his bowl, and his family put a piece of cucumber in their bowl, and they ate it from the east of Zhuang to the west of Zhuang. Zhang long and Li short are all spreading rapidly on this full score composition network/road. Without a router, the road is like the Internet. Enjoying the coolness of the summer night, farmers used wheat awns to light mosquito-repellent incense on the road, and children chased and made fun of them. After a while, they listened to adults waving cattail fans and chatting about foxes and ghosts. The story is true and false, and it is hard to tell whether it is true or false. The children are shocked and confused at first glance. I felt confused and went back to sleep. When I woke up, it was the beginning of a new day.

The scenery on the road is not all pastoral scenery, and rural life is far from the lines in a song. There is a saying in rural areas that "borrowing the sky but not the land", so critical tree planting has become a scene. Our place has abundant water and fertile soil, and abundant sunshine. Within a few years, trees as thick as a finger have grown into as thick as an arm, and trees as thick as an arm have grown into as thick as an arm's length. The two families living next to each other in the village are either brothers or members of the same family, but they have nothing to do with each other. A critical long tree was hit badly. The Zhang family occupied the road to build a kitchen, and the Li family occupied the road to build a hut. Each one refused to accept the offer, and neither gave in to the other. At that time, my home became a father’s mediation room. Once, after the two brothers who were fighting had just left, their father suddenly said bitterly to the four brothers and sisters who were reading and doing homework under the kerosene lamp: You must leave this village when you grow up, otherwise, you will be just like them." < /p>

The end of the rural road is the village entrance. After exiting the village entrance, you get on the highway.

The road at that time was a gravel road. It was the old Jiangping Line and the only link between our village and the outside world. When the college entrance examination resumed in 1977, the second eldest child of the Cheng family, my neighbor to the west, passed the Nanjing Agricultural College. After graduation, he traveled across the ocean to study at Cornell University in the United States, and later became a tenured professor at an American university. He was the first college student to walk out of the road in front of my house after the reform and opening up. If he could, why couldn't I? With a strong belief, I walked out on the west road to study. It was also in this season when the frost was as heavy as snow. One day, I didn’t know what materials the school needed, so I walked home from the school fifteen miles away. When I walked to the entrance of the village and looked at the familiar kerosene lamp at home, endless warmth surged in my heart. As soon as I got home, my father, mother, brothers and sisters all gathered around me, asking for help and bringing hot water. After filling my stomach, I rushed to school again, leaving a clear set of footprints on the rural road in front of my door...

The next year, I was admitted to Soochow University, and the Jiangping Line in the west was also rerouted to the south. . I took a two-wheeler from home to the rural road bus hailing station in the south of the town and took the bus to Xueyao. From Xueyao I took the bus to Nantong Port. From Nantong Port, I took the ferry from Shiyiwei to Sunan. Then transfer to a long-distance bus and drive for two hours to Suzhou. Starting from home in the morning, I can catch up with the school dinner in Suzhou. I felt pretty fast at that time.

Later, under my leadership, my two younger brothers and one younger sister also entered college. At that time, there were few opportunities to go out, and my mother had a strong temper. Every time one of her children passed the exam, she was always like this: first she was overjoyed, then she was busy packing her bags, and then she always insisted on sending us all the way to Suzhou, Nanjing, Changsha... When she got back to the small road in front of her door, she cried loudly again: "I raised four little birds, and they all flew away when their wings became big and hard...".

In the blink of an eye, decades have passed. It’s finally our next generation’s turn to travel across the ocean and work hard everywhere. Whether they are in Nanjing or Shanghai, no matter where they are, they no longer have the difficulty of traveling in the past. Airplanes, high-speed rail, highways... everything is available. Since I learned to drive and became obsessed with self-driving, in just four or five years, I have driven almost 100,000 kilometers and traveled all over the country, both north and south, inside and outside the Great Wall.

If we regard life as a journey, then as long as we are alive, we are always on the journey. How can one not feel homesick when traveling? There are thousands of ways to go out, but there is only one way home. In my opinion, one of the joys of life is to fight on the battlefield when you are young and return to your hometown when you are old.

"Take me home, the road to my hometown." The ringtone of my cell phone suddenly rang. It was a call from my mother. She told me that the path in front of my house was being renovated, and she asked me to go back and take a look. Look, don’t lose sight of it all of a sudden in the future. I readily agreed to her. Get up, get the key, go downstairs, and go straight to the road that has merged into my life... "The road in front of my house" activity essay 3

After my mother passed away, I haven't returned to my parents' home for a while. The eldest brother called and said that he had gone to Wuhan and didn't know if the back door was closed tightly. He asked me to go to his house to check for him. On the way home, the road that had been damaged by heavy trucks had been plowed away. It must have been rebuilt. The roadbed had just been leveled and the road had become wider. Because it was under construction, there were almost no people on this road. Thinking about this road that has been built for decades, I don’t know how many times it has been repaired this time. The road is getting wider and smoother as it is repaired. Watching this dirt road turn into a gravel road, cement road, one-way street turned into two lanes, and now it will turn into four lanes, my thoughts can't help but fly away...

The hot sun is scorching the earth. , the road was dusty, and a little girl wearing a red and white horizontal striped sweatshirt was running barefoot on the road. The yellow dust suddenly covered the insteps, and the soles of her feet were hot. This little girl who is not afraid of being burned is me.

When it rains, the road surface is like thick cement slurry, and there is a rumbling sound everywhere. It is not easy to pull out the feet after stepping on them. Often the feet are pulled out, but the shoes remain. There.

My family lives near a river, and the Four Lakes Main Canal is right in front of my house. I didn’t know its name when I was a child, and I only heard adults call it “Big River”. Whether we drink water, wash rice, wash vegetables, or wash clothes, we are all in this big river. In summer, this is a paradise for children. Young people swam in the river, while children learned to paddle on the river bank, or used inflated car tubes to swim in the water. When the river froze in winter, the children would sit in a big wooden basin and skate. In spring, summer and autumn, every morning at eight o'clock, you will hear the whistle of "Woo...", which means that the ship carrying cargo is about to dock. Therefore, in the early years, there was a handling team here, and the workers in the handling team were responsible for loading and unloading goods. Coal and wood from outside are transported in through this waterway, and then transported to where they are needed via the dirt road in front of the door. And our fish and lotus seeds are transported to various parts of the motherland through this cargo ship.

This great river is our waterway. Nowadays, with the development of roads, this shipping line is only used to transport sand.

When I was a child, because this road and this river were the main roads connecting the outside world, the supply and marketing cooperative (the most powerful unit at that time) was built on this water and land transportation line. Therefore, there are always many people carrying burdens coming and going in front of my house, as well as people pulling carts, cattle trailers, etc. Occasionally a green truck would pass by, and we would always follow the car for a long distance as if it was a strange sight. However, the road at that time could only accommodate one Jiefang brand car.

I heard from the elders that before liberation, if they wanted to go to Shashi, they had to take a waterway and take a boat to Cen River, and then walk to Shashi. It takes at least a day to go back and forth, and you have to go out in the dark early. After the site was built, the government built a main canal, built the road in front of the site, and provided a shuttle bus, although there were only two buses a day. The bus is an old-fashioned articulated bus, which is slow and takes more than 2 hours to enter the city.

I remember the first time I traveled far away, took the bus, or attended the wedding banquet of my cousin in Shashi when I was in fifth grade. There were many people on the bus and few seats, so we sisters had to stand in the area connecting the front and rear carriages, swaying all the way, and when we encountered corners, people would stagger along. Although I was a little worried, I was still very excited.

The dirt road couldn't help but toss, and was soon run over by green trucks transporting goods. So people brought rocks to fill the potholes. At that time, the stones were not crushed with a gravel machine before paving the road now. Instead, they were pulled directly and unloaded on the roadside, and then road construction workers filled the low-lying areas with these stones.

Later, in the late 1980s, I went out to study. The old street gradually declined with the rise of Tianxing Street. Every time I go home during the winter and summer vacations, I am always surprised: Where are the pear trees that I used to pass through when I go to school? Why is the big ditch next to the school gone? When did so many buildings get built on both sides of the road? This is the first time I saw it At that time, I thought I was going the wrong way! The stone road in front of my house also turned into a cement road. Although it is only a one-way road, it will no longer be as muddy and bumpy as before. It is no longer Jiefang brand cars running around on the road. Various bicycles, motorcycles, tricycles, large trucks, and cars shuttle on the road every day. Now, every village on our farm has been connected to roads, and the idea of ??building cement roads into the fields has become a reality.

Nowadays, because the Qianshi Expressway is built in front of my house, in order to connect with the Qianshi Expressway and build a better high-speed transportation channel, the houses on the old street next to the river have also been demolished. The road ahead will be widened and connected to Cenhe Airport to the north and Qianshi Expressway to the east. This is really three-dimensional transportation by water, land and air! In the future, the transportation of goods from south to north will be more convenient. This can't help but remind me of Qiao Zhiyong's dream of "connecting the world, connecting goods to the world" in "Qiao Family Courtyard"; and the concept of "building a unified body with a shared future for mankind". Aren’t we also doing the big thing of “connecting the world, connecting goods to the world”? This “world” is wider and bigger than Qiao Zhiyong’s “world”!

I believe that in the near future, our great motherland will The dream of revival will surely come true. The theme song of "Chinese Dream" can't help but ring in my ears again:

This road is full of thorns.

This road is full of hardships.

This road is engraved with suffering and glory.

This road shines with glorious dreams.

On this road, hot blood watered the buds of revival;

On this road, hot sweat soaked the field of hope!

We are calm, We are confident,

Working together as one heart, we are walking on the road!

Yes! We are calm, we are confident, working together as one heart, we are walking on the road of building the motherland! Great! The Chinese dream of rejuvenation will surely become a reality! "The Road to My Door" Activity Essay 4

This year, during the twelfth lunar month to celebrate the New Year, my grandma who lives far away in Lanzhou called us to ask for help. We drove home early for the New Year. When I talk about going home, I think of many memories of my childhood when I lived in the village. Of course, the one that impressed me most was the rugged mountain road.

The village where my grandma lives is deep in the mountains. The road leading to the village is a rugged and winding mountain road. Standing on the hillside, looking at the lush mountains all around, the scenery changes constantly in front of you throughout the year. In spring, there are brilliant mountain flowers, in summer, there are green trees, in autumn, the mountains are covered with red leaves, and in winter, the snow scenery is pleasant. Walking on the country road, sucking in the smell of earth, the fragrance of flowers and trees, listening carefully to the sound of spring water flowing gently, and occasionally hearing the sound of chickens and dogs barking, the hares and pheasants on the road will run away after seeing people. , making people feel as if they have arrived at the pastoral life described by Tao Yuanming. After school, I ran up and down the slopes with my playmates, played hide-and-seek in the shades of trees, looked for wild eggs on the hillsides, and made simple bearing carts to slide down from high places. My childhood life was full of happiness and joy.

At that time, I would often see the elders with sad faces on their faces and heavy sighs in their words. I was still young at the time and did not fully understand these things. One day, the uncle next door came to my father and said, "Although the harvest at home is good this year, we are too far from the city, and the road is bumpy and bumpy. The good fruits we produce are bumpy and bumpy, and we can't sell them." It's a good price." After hearing what the uncle said, my father also had a sad look on his face, "It's not that bad. Although the scenery in the mountains is good, people outside don't want to come here because of the difficult mountain roads. We rely on farming and selling vegetables, and we can barely fill our stomachs with the food and vegetables we grow, but when it rains or snows, we can’t sell anything, and even the children’s school fees are worrying enough.”

Hearing this, I also thought of my own school days. I had to walk 7 or 8 miles to go to the central school in a nearby village to attend classes. It gets dark early in the winter, the road is dark and the mountains are quiet, which is quite scary. It is even more common to be "covered in dirt on a sunny day and covered in mud on a rainy day". Although the village levels and maintains the mountain road every year, it is still difficult to change the current situation. The difficulty of walking, going to school, and seeing a doctor are all lingering in the hearts of the whole village. This road has become a worry for the whole village.

Later, due to my father’s job change, we left the village and moved to a building in the mining area of ??Yangquan City. "What are you thinking about, Huier?" Dad asked me with concern. "Oh, it's nothing." I came to my senses and said to my father, "Then let's walk quickly. The road is not easy to walk. Let's drive slowly." When we drove back to the village again, what surprised me was that , is this still the same road as before? The rugged mountain road has long been hardened into a concrete road, and it is a two-way lane. Walking there is no longer bumpy and ups and downs in the past. It only takes 40 minutes to set off from Lanzhou city. Went back to the village. Parking in front of the house, looking from a distance, this winding mountain road is like a winding jade belt circling among the mountains. Not only that, a breeding base has also been built in the village, and the donkey breeding and laying hen breeding farms are bustling with activity. About a dozen vegetable greenhouses have also been built. All kinds of organic vegetables in the greenhouses are growing gratifyingly. Strawberries and cherry tomatoes have bright colors and beautiful shapes, which are mouth-watering. People in the village have opened farmhouse restaurants one after another, and the farmhouse-style meals attract tourists from the city. At noon, looking at a table of sumptuous meals carefully prepared by grandma, and listening to the chat between dad and grandma, I realized that this was a change that only happened after the village was included in the targeted poverty alleviation project, including village-to-village projects, renovation of dilapidated buildings, project assistance, and the establishment of cooperatives. A series of measures to benefit the people, such as the development of ecological tourism and the development of eco-tourism, have given this small mountain village unprecedented vitality and vitality. Seeing the newly built houses in every household, the busy figures of people, and the smiles on their faces, I finally deeply understood the true meaning of "If you want to be rich, build a road first." It can be said that a road carries too many hopes and hopes. Dreamed. It is this wide and flat cement road that not only allows city people to appreciate the beautiful pastoral scenery of the countryside, but also broadens the horizons of mountain people and broadens the channels for mountain people to get rich.

The changes in a rural road led to a series of earth-shaking changes in the entire village, which made me deeply feel that reform and opening up is a road to development, a road to leapfrog and a road to take-off for China. After seventy years of rapid development since the founding of the People's Republic of China, China's highways, railway arteries, aerospace technology, and Internet information highways are extending in all directions. The economy, people's livelihood, and various social undertakings have advanced by leaps and bounds, attracting the attention of the world, and the country has become richer and stronger. The people have become more confident and dignified. Today, a series of strategic initiatives such as Two Centenaries, One Belt and One Road with a Shared Future for Mankind, the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei Coordinated Development, and the Yangtze River Economic Belt continue to inject new vitality and connotation into the path of socialism with Chinese characteristics, and also give us Every Chinese person is provided with a big stage to display their talents. Let us take active actions, contribute our own strength in our study, work and career, and work hard for the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. "The road in front of my house" activity essay 5

The small road in front of my house is formed by countless people walking through it. It winds along the creek. This is the road from my home to the outside of the village, and it is also the only road in the village to the world.

This road is full of potholes, and water accumulates everywhere on rainy days. If I walk too fast, the muddy water splashes onto my trousers, like a goddess scattering flowers. In winter, there is a thick layer of frost on the grass and crops on the roadside in the countryside. The soil in the ground was frozen solid. It was melted by the warm sun at noon, and the soil was sticky and rotten. The path is not easy to walk on. Every time you step on the soles of your shoes, a thick layer of clay will stick to them. Every step is slippery, one foot is deep, one foot is shallow, one foot is high, and one foot is low. Every step you take requires a kick, and you stagger. Difficult. If you ride a bicycle, you will suffer. Let alone riding a bicycle, I couldn't even push it. A lot of mud was sucked onto the fenders of the bicycle. At this moment, I couldn't help but put the bicycle on my shoulders and walk. This is called riding a bicycle.

When I was a child, I walked in and out of this road, back and forth, countless times. After school, my back keeps moving with my firm steps on this path. This path is my way to the palace of knowledge. During the busy farming season, cut wheat and chopped corn are all transported back through this road. The road is narrow, but very strong. Although it is uneven, it is the road of my life. This road is connected with our destiny, with ups and downs, joys and sorrows, and many touching stories.

The road is very primitive and carries the hopes of the whole village. Several generations have passed here, accumulating a rich history in the village. There are a lot of reeds and wild grass growing on the side of the river, and there are wild flowers that I can't name growing on the roadside. The breeze blows, and the pedestrians who come and go politely nod and smile. With wildflowers on the road, there is vitality, life, and hope. Having studied painting, I have always wanted to paint the roads in my hometown colorfully and dazzlingly with big brushes.

The road to my hometown is my only dream. I want to step on this road and go to the world. Perhaps this is the most beautiful Chinese dream in my young mind.

When I grew up, I often thought of the road to my hometown after I went to Hangzhou to work. I walked out of this road. Once, I went to Xixi Wetland Park and walked on the path by the river, which reminded me of my longing for the path by the river in my hometown. When I was a child, my living environment was actually the same as Xixi Wetland Park. It turns out that I have lived in a park since I was a child! I finally found the luxury of how wonderful my life was as a child, which is what modern city people pursue throughout their lives.

After leaving my hometown, my hometown has undergone tremendous changes since the reform and opening up. To get rich, first build a road. First, the original road was abandoned and a spacious rural road was re-planned. The people consciously invested a lot of broken bricks to turn the muddy dirt roads into broken brick roads, so that water no longer accumulates on rainy days. The tractor was running happily on it, and the people were happy from the bottom of their hearts.

As the pace of reform and opening up becomes faster and faster, the roads in my hometown have also developed greatly, and the broken brick roads have now been replaced by cement roads. Recently, the government is increasing investment to benefit society and benefit the people. The cement road is getting wider and wider. The party's policy of enriching the people shines on the land of the motherland, making the country prosperous and strong, and the country peaceful and peaceful. You see, every household has bought a small car, and the original winding road obviously cannot bear the great changes in my hometown. Only the spacious cement road underfoot can keep up with the pulse of the times and lead rural villagers towards worldly wealth and the trend of the times.

In the past few years, my family was relocated to the township following the unified deployment of the government. The road to the village where I was born and raised has long become a broad road for the villagers to become rich and well-off.

Nowadays, the roads in my hometown connect one end to my hometown and the other to Beijing, crisscrossing each other like a network, connecting with the world. With the convenience of transportation and wide roads, the global village is getting smaller and smaller. You see, the train station, airport, and high-speed rail station are like at the beginning of the village. There are two high-speed exits in my hometown, connecting the coastal highway and entering the national high-speed network. The superior transportation has attracted many large enterprises such as the Fortune 500 Zhengwei Group to settle in the hometown, which has brought good news to the construction and prosperity of the hometown. There are many factories on both sides of the road, making the road in my hometown hidden among the green trees on both sides. Green transportation and environmentally friendly transportation lead the world trend. Looking from a distance, it stretches to the horizon, opening up the Pandora's box of a prosperous hometown economy. Transportation is set up, culture is performed, and finally an economic leap is achieved. You see, Wanjuan Tower, Jia Gong Temple, Dai Xiantang and other places of interest make the road to my hometown more valuable and attract merchants from all over the world.

As the east gate of Rugao, with its unique superior geographical location and convenient transportation, many golden phoenixes have built their nests in this beautiful and rich golden area, and a large number of outstanding companies have taken the lead in rising up. , the landmark 19-story high-rise building Huijia Cultural Club, Xuri Packaging, New Nuclear Power Mechanical and Electrical, Kaihui Technology, Jiangsu Weilui Industrial, New Space Curtain Wall, etc. invested by Jiangsu Shunyang Group have become the leaders in making hometowns rich, building hometowns, and prospering hometowns. Sheep, and the artificial lake agricultural base, Nantong Tianze Agriculture, Jinhe Agriculture, etc. have paved the golden road for the people's vegetable basket project. The fish in the river are fat and the rice is bent with laughter. Newly built "farmhouses" have sprung up at the head of the village, making farmers' lives extremely happy. The "Fig" base, "Taro" base, "Xuwan Pear" base, organic rice planting base, "Heitacai" planting base, etc. have flown onto the dining tables of ordinary people, allowing the people to eat healthily and live a long life. The roads in my hometown have brought huge benefits to the people in my hometown. You see, the wrinkled faces of those long-lived old people are smiling like red flowers. It can also be seen from this that the happiness index of the people in their hometown is very high. Because of the road, the pockets of the people in their hometown are bulging. Walking on the road in their hometown, their faces are filled with sweet smiles and confidence.

When I return to my hometown, every time it is quiet at night, I think back to the rural road when I was a child. Many of my childhood dreams were left there, sweet and beautiful. Flying on the poured road, flying towards new hope.